This is probably going to get tedious for anyone who isn’t a writer. I’m sorry. This is just where I need to be right now.
I’ll scrape together some new dog photos for the rest of you soon.
687 words this morning before work. Now: work. In a few minutes: lunch break. I don’t really feel like writing, but that’s what I thought when I woke up at 6 this morning, and it still worked.
You know what I wish I had right now? A picnic blanket and a pillow and some sunshine.
No, getting up earlier is having no effect on me. Zero. None effect.